Advent: and our thirst.

Advent: and our thirst.




Like the water

of a deep stream,

love is always too much.

We did not make it.

Though we drink till we burst,

we cannot have it all,

or want it all.

In its abundance

it survives our thirst.


In the evening we come down to the shore

to drink our fill,

and sleep,

while it flows

through the regions of the dark.

It does not hold us,

except we keep returning to its rich waters



We enter,

willing to die,

into the commonwealth of its joy.

Wendell Berry, Like the water

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  1. I have happily / sadly stumbled upon your blog: happily is obvious; sadly because the beauty and wisdom here seems (is?) endless, and the time I have to spend is not… nevertheless, I stumbled upon this site while looking up images of Chagall’s paintings. There is an extraordinary exhibit of his work currently on view at The Jewish Museum in NYC, focusing primarily on his paintings that reflected The Holocaust — quite extraordinary. Thank you for this gift of yourself on the web!

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